The millionaire’s fiancée pushed the maid’s daughter off the piano—unaware that a single detail would expose a truth she could never take back

at the Spanish Hospital, Nora lay asleep on a small stretcher. She had bruises on her elbow and hip. The doctor spoke of observation, of watching for dizziness, of running further tests. Marisol listened, her face pale, holding her daughter’s hand as though someone might take it.

Nicolás stood by the door feeling useless with all his money.

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